| Jesus is a hobo on a fast freight outta Denver, huddled up under a twin stack
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| his back
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| Against the rain. |
| He’s hoping to make the west coast his food is running low.
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| He’s been
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| Traveling on these roads for 2000 years or more
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| Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
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| But can you find me, where you look
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| Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
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| You can’t always see the truth
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| Jesus is a hobo in a jungle near LA, where nobody really knows him even if they
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| know
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| His face. |
| They’ll stare into his eyes a disciple from the past but the moment’s
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| gone and
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| Lost in the engine’s long low whine. |
| Jesus is a hobo he never left us here,
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| caught a fast
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| One from Calvary and he’s been riding ever since
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| Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
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| But can you find me, where you look
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| Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
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| You can’t always see the truth
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| Jesus is a hobo riding south outta St. Paul seeing a cathedral through the
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| snowflakes
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| And bracing against the cold. |
| When he gets down to Rock Island maybe there he’ll
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| Let ‘em know that underneath his coveralls he wears a purple robe
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| Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
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| But can you find me, where you look
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| Yr gonna need me, yr gonna need me
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| You can’t always see the truth |